Il primo della classe porta gli occhiali Il primo della classe c'ha gli stivali Il primo della classe e paraculato Il primo della classe e uno sfigato
Continui pensieri, diversi e confusi, ti rodono dentro Non ti lasciano dormire e pensi a lui Cerchi di capire dove hai sbagliato E sulle cose chiare
Scivolo sulla pelle tua, il fuoco nasce e cresce dentro me, brucia le distanze che adesso piccole appartengono a noi, e una melodia che al ritmo dell
Abbiamo una relazione anormale Basata sulla tua felicita Non ascolti mai le mie parole Dimmi come fai Io ti voglio solamente amare Io ti voglio solamente
E tu lo sai che correre distante senza di me Ti portera soltanto dove il sole non c'e E regnera il buio di cio che non sei, di cio che vorrai E chiederti
pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac The weed good price, plus it smoke speci Three thousand full pound
blurred to see Speech too slurred to G But you know "Young'n" would love ta See ya upon each other, feeling on me while tongue'n each other Wow! it's
smoke in one hand looking for a drink drink in the other hand pointing out midnight at my desk as you're sleepng as the big deal of death kills me and
Fuck That! 40 Cal. Here Right Beside Me Niggas Can't Deny He Hotter Than Mohave... Desert In The Middle Of Summer Let's have Menage a I Be Killin' Other
high I told Z-Ro when I met him, nigga I'ma ride We fuck them niggaz heads up, when this shit drop Cause y'all other niggaz, fucking up hip-hop I can'
be living like it Cause I come from Holiday, there's no other prison like it I fuck with niggas like Chill, and the Don Keke Cause not only are they killas
If I could be like the Lord, then my problems wouldn't matter No mo' head busting my guns, they brains wouldn't splatter When they run up on me, cause I be turning the other
That shit'll get you killed (get you killed) [Z-Ro] I wake up early in the evening, roll myself a cigarillo We talk to my Guerilla Maab, niggas'll roll solo All these other
gated residential-aire E.S.G. and Boss Hogg, ask the Presidential playa Roley, mansion, my click expanding fa sho Swanging on 4's banging Z-Ro, smoking
nigga life I just can't take no more my heart is broke, and it got too many cracks Any woman I love don't need a pistol, cause she be killing me with
die, but I never shed a tear Cause they don't love a nigga here [Z-Ro] American me, could it be my own War is out to murder me I'm ready to kill, and
my life on the corner with thugs selling my drugs known as a chiller But push my button watch your life cause I transform to a killer Me sipping the drink me smoking
God give me strength so I can carry on [Verse 1 - Trae] Feel like I'm goin on 40 but I ain't hit the age of 24 hard times killing my smile but I'm a
